The Problem of Dogs

A few minutes ago, my real life dogs heard me exhorting Blocky (this is either Blocky 3 or Blocky 4 or possibly even Blocky 5 - I've lost count. Honestly, I've had Siamese fighting fish with more survival instinct who lasted longer: my last one was only Fang 3.) to please move over and get a pork chop. They came over and poked me with their noses for a bit until I agreed to stop talking to the dog on the computer and start talking to the dogs in the room. That's the thing - Minecraft dogs are as much work as and arguably more than real dogs. Real dogs can be more or less counted on not to fall off cliffs or stairs, for one thing, and they also eat a wide variety of food, not just pork chops. I believe that my dog Pixel starved to death one sad night due to a sudden and mysterious shortage of pigs. A tragic end but spending half or more of every day running around with a sword looking for feral pigs - I ask you, is it any kind of a life? One demands more. Still, I'm used to Blocky now and I'd be sad - will be sad - when he succumbs inevitably and then there will be a Blocky 6.

In other news, I suddenly decided that as the Queen and founder of New Arcadia, I deserved better digs than either the Inn, my funky mountain getaway or the end of group rowhouse that reminds me of Baltimore. Therefore, I built myself a kind of split level mansion in many hideous Lilly Pulitzer type preppy colors. All the doors are double doors, because that's easier for Blocky to manage and all the stairs are double stairs, ditto. We the Queen are nothing if not accommodating to our canine subject. And, because the Queen gets hungry - and bored - there is also now a fine dining establishment in New Arcadia. Les Cochons D'Or is now taking reservations. The kitchen is suitably small, cramped and miserable.